"cassidy, I think you are forgetting something," says my brain. "I forget a lot of things," I reply, "and it's mostly your fault."
We argue for a while but eventually settle on remembering the anatomy book I made of myself last fall. "That could be interesting to work with!" says my intuition, and my brain and myself both agree.
I had cut up some spare prints of my bones and muscles at a certain point in time to make a collage in my sketchbook, and I had some of those clipped pieces intact still, which I scanned in for a total of 12 new objects -- or are they textures?
It seems pretty awful to just refer to my body parts as objects.